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George Segal's The Butcher Shop, Stephen Gibson

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Take a plaster body cast of a dumpy

butcher, set her across from a plaster customer

Wild Running Words, Jeanne Lohmann

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because you can die of indecision

and wanting to do too much

in one failing body whose limits

Reprise For A Memory, Askold Skalsky

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--after Donald Justice

I ask you to come back now as you were in October,

elegant, lithe, the auburn hair upswept with a topknot of tulle.

Love American Style (Or How Pop Got His Green Card), Rosanna Armendariz

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My pop, Nigel Pepper, came to the United States in 1971. He flew here illegally, using a network of bribes.

Travel Tips For The Solo Female In Central America, Cindy May Murphy

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I.

Do not pick up pillows thrown

into airplane aisles by withered men

Icarus As Teacher, Ann Zoller

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When Icarus taught me

to fly beyond the dream,

Born Again In Brooklyn, John Azrak

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I want to be born again

in Brooklyn. Oh, how I would

worship the very playground

Running Out, J. S. Kierland

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When the deep shadows finally came in he sprung out of a cluster of junipers and made a run for the mountain's stark cliffs.

Shell, Sean Thomas Dougherty

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For to forget him was to forget what was, which was, of course, she thought, a kind of beginning in itself, like an egg.

The Covenant, Doug Ramspeck

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Her flowers are dying in the old clay pot.

Her tomato vines are withering.

The Female Of The Species, Erica Johnson Debeljak

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A strange woman came to me early this morning. I think she must have appeared at around six in the morning:

Untitled, Kiki Denis

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i always thought we melt in years but now i know

we melt in space

Jacob, Bryan Walpert

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And what will you do when your doubt

wakes you in the middle of the night--

Where I'M From, Robert Disario

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I am from a 6 acre wood in Medford, NJ

where my father died when I was five,

Onions, Joseph Pipolo

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I wonder how many more red onions will come out of your garden

now that you're dead.

Home, Rest Home, Megan Jones

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Here, where every ceiling tile speaks

its own fact,

every crack in the

wall holds the trappings of code

Announcement, Paul Hostovsky

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Careful, world.

Attention. Vorsicht.

It is dangerous to lean

American Men, Matt Zambitto

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can carry the yoke

of a tune

from PA to CA and back,

A Dangerous World, Chris Henry

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I went to visit Victor Shanks' parents because nobody else would.

Long Term Touching, Martha Christina

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When I held his hand

for the first time,

it was thinner,

In The Village Of Mourning, Mark Brazaitis

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Outside the Purulhá market, where the bus had left her, Olivia stared at the mountains to the north of town.

Dead Professor, Dan Dabrowski

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Came knocking,

but I take it you're not around.

Ripped From The Tree, Tom Hansen

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(beginning with two lines by Anonymous)

There is no easy way

into another world.

Dramaturgy, Philip Dacey

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It was my idea to stage

a classic romantic scene

Editor's Note

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No abstract provided.

Mathematician's Love Poem, Matt Zambitto

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I can't subtract the angle at which your two

irides let go of no frequency but blue.

Fat Broad, Darren Defrain

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Ten minutes twice a day is barely enough time to get to the nub of a cigarette,

Cave Bull, Dan Stryk

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My wife's quick

drawing thrills the children

at our youngster's

Teacher's Names, Charles Harper Webb

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For what more-than-mortal sin is the soul squeezed

inside the body of a grub,

Focal And Idey, Ruth Abat Cooper

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Idey Ponder whistled softly to himself as he shuffled his lanky body along behind the hounds.